One of those times.

Sometimes it feels like it is all I can do just to keep myself from lying down and never picking myself back up again.

At times the only thing that keeps me sane is the knowledge that in less than 200 years, no one will remember my name. No one will know I've ever existed. And nothing I have ever done will have made one lick of difference one way or another in this world.

This is one of those times.